| ANOTHER AIMLESS DAY
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| Amos: ANOTHER USELESS NIGHT
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| Candy: I WANT PEROXIDE HAIR
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| Amos: I WANT SOME NEON LIGHTS
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| I’VE GOT A NEW LIFE WAITING
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| I CAN’T WAIT TO BEGIN IT
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| THE THING THAT GETS ME DOWN
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| BEING YOUNG IN THIS TOWN
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| IS THERE’S NO FUTURE IN IT
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| Candy: What happened to your face, Amos?
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| Amos: Nothin'. |
| I told my dad last night that I ain’t workin' in that hell-hole
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| of a factory and endin' up a down-beat nobody like him.
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| Candy: And he hit you?
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| Amos: Ain’t the first time. |
| This town is going crazy. |
| And I’m going crazy with
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| it. |
| Stir crazy.
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| Candy: I WANT A FINE PERFUME
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| Amos: I WANT A BLUE CORVETTE
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| Candy: IF THERE’S A SLOWER DEATH THAN LIVING HERE AND NOW
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| Amos: THEY HAVEN’T FOUND IT YET
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| Candy: I NEED A MAN WHO KNOWS
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| Amos: Got me baby
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| Candy: WHAT I AM REALLY WORTH
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| Amos: WELL I DON’T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT LIFE AFTER DEATH
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| Both: BUT I GOTTA GET SOME PROOF THAT THERE’S A LIFE AFTER BIRTH
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| TIRE TRACKS AND BROKEN HEARTS
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| THAT’S ALL WE’RE LEAVING BEHIND
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| IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT WE’RE LOSING
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| IT ONLY MATTERS WHAT WE’RE GOING TO FIND
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| TIRE TRACKS AND BROKEN HEARTS
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| LETS GET AWAY FROM THE PAST
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| SO MANY WAYS TO STAY HUNGRY BABY
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| SO MANY WAYS TO GO FAST
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| Candy: I WANT A PUSH UP BRA
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| I WANT SOME SATIN SHEETS
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| Amos: OH, GIVE ME SOME REAL RICH FOOD
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| I WANT SOME SUCCULENT SWEETS
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| Candy: I WANT YOU BY MY SIDE
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| AND YOU’LL BE ALL MY OWN
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| Amos: WELL I KNOW WHAT I WANT
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| HALF THE TIME BUT I KNOW
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| Both: THAT I DON’T WANNA SPEND ANOTHER MINUTE ALONE
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| TIRE TRACKS AND BROKEN HEARTS
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| THAT’S ALL WE’RE LEAVING BEHIND
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| IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT WE’RE LOSING
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| ONLY MATTERS WHAT WE’RE GOING TO FIND
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| Candy: THOSE GOOD GIRL NEVER KNOW WHAT THEY’RE MISSING
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| BUT US BAD GIRL ALMOST ALWAYS DO
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| Amos: AND WHAT WE’RE MISSING MOST
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| ARE THE REAL GOOD TIMES
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| I WANT 'EM BAD AND I WANT 'EM NOW
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| WE WERE BORN GOING FASTER THAN THE LIMITS ALLOW
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| I WANT 'EM BAD AND I WANT 'EM NOW
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| WE WERE BORN GOING FASTER THAN THE LIMITS ALLOW
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| Both: TIRE TRACKS AND BROKEN HEARTS
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| LETS GET AWAY FROM THE PAST
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| SO MANY WAYS TO STAY HUNGRY BABY
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| SO MANY WAYS TO GO FAST
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| TIRE TRACKS AND BROKEN HEARTS
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| THAT’S ALL WE’RE LEAVING BEHIND
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| IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT WE’RE LOSING
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| IT ONLY MATTERS WHAT WE’RE GOING TO FIND
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| Amos: This town’s too small for us, baby. |
| We gotta get out of here. |
| Fast.
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| I mean tomorrow.
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| Candy: I’ll meet you as soon as it get’s dark.
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| Amos: In the parking lot. |
| 6: 30.
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| Candy: You promise?
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| Amos: We’ll be in New Orleans for Cristmas Mornin'.
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| Candy: This time it’d be better be for real.
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| Amos: 6: 30 tomorrow night. |
| I promise!
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| Edward: Candy! |
| There’s rules in this world and we gotta abide by them,
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| even when we know they’re wrong… and bein' seen out here in the bright light
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| of day flirtin' with a white boy is breakin' one of those rules.
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| So get back to where you belong.
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| Candy: But Ed…
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| Edward: You heed my words like your life depended on 'em. |
| Now get on home |